To sit with myself and the mayhem that lies within, listening to the inner voice that was silenced by ridicule and speculation, to understand the longing hidden in the whispers of my mind's scape, I choose peace, for the stagnant waters that once frighten me welcome my decision wholeheartedly, I am not afraid anymore, drawing boundaries and barriers to my spirit, dimming my outer appeal and channeling my intuition inward, I choose peace.
15 days and 15 nights I kept you right here by my side Through the darkness, hunger, and ice I miss your hand on my back I want your head on my chest I want your lips on my neck I want your voice whispering "Do you like that?" I like that
15 days and 15 nights I kept you right here by my side But ****, my bed feels cold tonight
Oh no, I love you And now I gotta tell you Oh no, oh no
I thought I was just having a nice time But then as you left for work I cried Oh no, oh no
It's not me, it's you I know that excuse When you're the one before the one You're the coach, not the prize You teach a man to fish and you've fed him for his life You teach a man to love, you've prepared him for his wife
And that's great And that's fine They deserve a happy life But why wasn't I Good enough for you to try?
You always carried me home with your gaze In your laughter I could float freely with all my fears left to drown in the sea of your reassurances I slept in my dreams clutching the threads of my tears So that in my wakefulness, I can embroider them onto the fabric of a forgotten past To keep the memory of your name within reach So that when I whisper it into the sea breeze Everything once cultivated grows inside of me And a garden scape of indescribable ease Is complete with streams of water that run from your heart to my shaking hands
Drifting deeper into this September dust It’s been a thousand nights of wide open eyes Waking up to sounds of December dreams Your hands shaking in this frail wind As you try to steady your heart beat To match the stagnancy of these cold encounters But the little things hurt too much And the little thoughts dissolve into your atmosphere Faster then the rain on your skin Drifting deep into these November nights A thousand days of rehearsing the right words to say When all the words you knew too well are too big to house in these hours you dwell in So you sink into this mud made of spring Running from a winter that craves your honesty Your reflections sit here in this fractured mirror Waiting for you to break this inner silence
You stand on one side of this Mountain, And I stand here, Where fields of memorial Howers grow Where colours blend into cobblestoned paths To make hopscotch grids, And carry children's laughs Tell me where you go When I try to reach out For your cold hands How easily you fade to memory How easily It all fades to black I find myself far from this mountain Back into my restless eyes Where I left reflections Of you, my dear past.